Adapting tradition

I almost never do anything for New Year's Eve. Invariably, my friends are either not in town or are roped into family celebrations. This year is no exception. (Fortunately I haven't been roped into picking any ex-boyfriends up at the airport!) I don't mind. The solitude allows me to indulge in a tradition I established in college: a midnight bubble bath. (And don't even think of any wise-ass comments; this is not a sole annual concession to hygiene.)

Unfortunately, the current Maison de Meg does not have bathtubs. Woe, for shame, and all that. But fear not! It has a hot tub! (Granted, it's a hot tub that's shared with umpteen other people, but happily, they're still out of town. I love college towns when they're empty of undergrads!) Although there's no Mr. Bubble, with the jets on it's bubbly enough. More than a fit substitute for a bubble bath :D. I hadn't explored it yet in the 4 months that I've lived here, so I resolved to do so tonight. And it's lovely!

Happy New Year!